Gordon Lightfoot Rose

Those weren’t soft footsteps
Tip-toeing up the stairs
When Gordon Lightfoot took off
Jumped the last jet plane
To rise whole and healed
Far above the clouds and rain
Leaving this fair land of ours
For one he saw in visions fairer
That place too silent be here
Ringing music of the spheres
Hear how they sing for him
Of their long lost love’s return